I took this on my phone yesterday of a small painting I’m currently working on. Converted into black and white, shows its texture more and changed its mood somewhat.. The measuring of a narrative stripped of its colour changes slightly to my mind.
Two new paintings I’ve began the last 2 days. There was so much colour in the landscape today. It’s been so dark and cold for weeks sometimes hard to get going with even just a ‘normal day’. I walked in the woods today with the sun to my back and my shadow in front.
For me working small can be more of a challenge than working larger.. The space in which I have to work with smaller canvases can feel restricted and cluster phobic. It’s only when the image and atmosphere I have in my memory from a space out in the open landscape comes into site and the narrative slowly begins to unfold, do I feel the small space on the canvas has become infinite and significant to me. 
“Washed Out Season 120cm x 120cm x 4cm
Oil, mixed media on canvas
I will photograph it and put in my gallery when it dries..
Something for my painting. I am drawn to parts on the landscape that give a sense of fragility. In time unfortunately these remaining trees will be chopped down like the rest.
